Chapter 4 - THE THREAT
My burner phone buzzed at 3:00 AM. I had given the number only to my lawyer and the police.
"You took something that doesn't belong to you." Ryan's voice was a low, lethal whisper. He had made bail.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"Don't play stupid, Emily," he snarled. "The black drive. It's missing from the desk. If you give it back right now, I'll let the assault charges slide, and we can quietly get a divorce. If you don't, the people I work for will find you. And they won't use coffee."
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The line went dead. The stakes had just escalated from a domestic dispute to a matter of life and death. He was cornered, and a cornered animal was the most dangerous kind. I immediately dialed Marcus Vance, the high-profile attorney I had retained that afternoon.
"Marcus," I said, my voice trembling but resolute. "We need to contact the FBI. Right now."
